#// ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO @/GHOSTPLASMAS/@NOIBAT-SUPREMACY FOR BOTH THIS ASK AND WRITING THE OFF-BLOG REACTION!

[battle-subway-ghost]

Pelipper Malice- (plushies of an Azurill and a Galvantula. They're torn up and Abused, missing pieces with fraying fabric. They're frozen to the touch.)

// [He drops the box instantly, feeling dizzy and disoriented. His hands are shaking and his legs feel weak. He can't think straight- images of the incident flashing in his mind, over and over again he sees their faces and remembers their cries. He can't tell if he's breathing, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest indicates that he is, right? It doesn't feel like enough though.

He stumbles back into the house, closing the door tightly. It feels like he can't see anything behind his own thoughts. He's lightheaded and his eyes burn with tears. He feels so, so cold- or maybe he was overheating? He can't tell. The floor underneath him doesn't feel real, and the door pressed against his back provides little stability. His throat is clogged with sobs, their names on his tongue.

He isn't left alone for long- There's a blur of white and purple, his eyes are too watery to fully make out the figure. There's gentle high pitched chatters, warm paws grabbing at him, gently tugging at him to coax him into sitting. He slides down- slowly, He doesn't want to fall. He feels an outside pressure leaning against his chest- something soft and warm, he can't tell, but his fingers run through the fur absentmindedly. He can't tell if it's comforting- everything is distant, oddly numb...

His Musharna floats over soon after, sinking down to his level. Soft pink mist fills his vision, and he finds himself able to breathe- if only for a moment. His mind is hazy- and he goes still as he falls unconscious.

The little dolls are left outside, knocked over onto the pavement.]

who are you. why did yuo send these. Stay away from me. stop sendign me these leave me alone. Leave me alone. what do you want from me.